Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

The rain outside was not heavy, but it was indeed late. It was already past midnight and there were not many people on the street.

Ling Zhao unconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes with his left hand and refused: "No, I'm not used to staying overnight at someone else's house."

"I have many rooms at home. You can stay here. It's too late and it's raining outside."

I swear to God, Ji Lin really has no other thoughts.

Ling Zhao still insisted on going back, "It's only a few minutes away, it won't be a problem."

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Ji Lin didn't force him anymore, but said: "Okay, I'll take you back."

"No, no," Ling Zhao quickly refused, "You should go to bed early. You've been on the plane for such a long time."

Ji Lin glanced at the delicate and tender Ling Zhao.

It is really unsafe for him to walk on the street at this time. News of men being assaulted is not uncommon abroad.

If they were just ordinary friends, he would still be worried, not to mention that Ling Zhao held a different position in his heart, so it was even more impossible for him to let him go back on his own.

"I'll give you a ride if I say so. Wait for me to get the umbrella."

Ji Lin turned around and opened the door of the entrance cabinet, wanting to find two umbrellas from inside, but after searching for a long time he only found one umbrella.

He held the umbrella handle and said, "That's all I need."

Ling Zhao reached out to take it, "That's God's will. I can go back by myself. You can rest."

"What is God's will?" Ji Lin felt uncomfortable when he heard these two words. He walked to the porch and opened the umbrella. "The umbrella is big enough for the two of us."

If it really doesn't work, he will carry Ling Zhao on his back and send the person home safely.

However, he did not say this directly, so as to prevent Ling Zhao from making blind guesses.

Ji Lin sighed, held Ling Zhao's arm, pulled him under the umbrella, and said, "Just think of it as a walk to digest the food. I ate too much just now."

Ling Zhao's eyes flashed with a smile, "Isn't it to grow taller?"

Ji Lin: "..."

He lied with his eyes wide open, "It has to be digested before it can be absorbed. If I just lie down to sleep, it will not only increase the burden on my stomach, but also affect absorption, which is not conducive to my growth."

Ling Zhao: "...You really do make sense."

The two of them left Ji Lin's house side by side.

The rain was not heavy at first, but it gradually got heavier when we were halfway there.

There was a fist-sized distance between the two of them. Ji Lin quietly approached them, their arms pressed together. He cleared his throat and said, "The rain is too heavy."

Ling Zhao looked away unnaturally, "I saw it."

For a moment, only the sound of rain could be heard, which melted away the inexplicable awkwardness between the two of them.

After sending Ling Zhao to the door of his house, Ji Lin said, "Go to bed early. I'm going back now."

Ling Zhao turned around, his eyes fell on his wet shoulders, and his brows furrowed, "You're all wet, go back and change your clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

Ji Lin glanced at it casually and said indifferently: "It's okay, I'm strong."

"Don't say such things." Ling Zhao subconsciously reached out and covered his mouth.

Ji Lin’s whole body stiffened.

Ling Zhao was stunned, and suddenly pulled his hand back, looking away, "Well, when I was little, my mother told me that I shouldn't say such things casually, so don't say them anymore."

Ji Lin, who was usually quick to react, was stunned for several seconds, looked at Ling Zhao, and said, "Oh, I know, I won't say it again in the future."

Ji Lin left only after watching Ling Zhao enter the house.

Ever since the car accident at the beginning of the year, his physical condition has not been as good as before. He didn't expect that a small rain could give him a cold.

When he woke up the next day, Ji Lin felt dizzy. He fell back on the bed and touched his forehead.

Ridiculously hot.

"Depend on……"

He could feel his eyelids getting hot even when he closed his eyes, and thought that maybe a good night's sleep would help.

He didn't know how long he slept, and when he opened his eyes again, he thought his soul had left his body.

It probably felt like dying.

Ji Lin struggled to get his cell phone from the bedside table.

When you open the call log on your phone, the most recent call is displayed by default.

He contacted Soren some time ago, and the record is still there.

In fact, the first person he thought of was Ling Zhao, but he had a cold. What if he infected Ling Zhao?

As for Soran... just leave it to fate.

He didn't know if he fainted from the fever or hunger, but the words on the phone screen were double.

He pressed Soran's name, his hand shook, and the phone slipped onto the pillow. He could hear a beeping sound next to his ear, proving that the call had been made.

When the call was connected, he said in a hoarse voice: "Help, man..."

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, then quickly said: "I'll be there right away."

Ji Lin closed his eyes and wondered why Soran's voice sounded a bit effeminate today?

After the call was hung up, the first name in the most recent call record was: Ling Zhao

Last night, Ji Lin brought Ling Zhao home. Ji Lin didn't avoid him at all when he entered the password. Ling Zhao didn't try to remember it. He just entered the password naturally when he walked to the door and went in.

Ji Lin's room should be upstairs.

He changed his shoes and went into the house. The living room and dining room were still the same as when he left last night, with no signs of any movement.

This means Ji Lin didn’t come downstairs all day.

It was getting dark now.

Ling Zhao threw his backpack on the sofa and quickly walked upstairs. When he pushed open the door of the room, Ji Lin was lying on the bed like a dead body.

Ling Zhao's heartbeat tightened, "Ji Lin!"

He rushed to the bed and touched Ji Lin's forehead. It was very hot, but he was not dead.

Perhaps because his hands were too cold, Ji Lin, who was in a coma, felt it and shivered, but at the same time he was particularly greedy for such warmth. He held Ling Zhao's wrist tightly, put his palm against his forehead, and slowly opened his eyes.

Ling Zhao moved closer to him and asked, "Ji Lin, how do you feel?"

Ji Lin seemed to hear a familiar voice in a trance. When he recognized Ling Zhao, he sat up in shock from his dying illness, quickly retreated to the bedside, covered his mouth and nose with a quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "I will infect you."

Only then did Ling Zhao see that his upper body was naked, but it was wrapped in a quilt, so he didn't notice it at first.

Ling Zhao calmed himself down and comforted him, "Don't be afraid. Do you have any antipyretic medicine at home? I'll get it for you. You have a high fever."

Ji Lin closed his burning eyes and whispered, "I don't know, I haven't had a fever before."

"I'll go downstairs and look for it. If it's not there, I'll go buy some. You lie down first and don't fall."

Ling Zhao hurried downstairs and finally found a medicine box in the kitchen, where he found the antipyretic medicine.

He poured a cup of warm water and took the medicine upstairs, and Ji Lin lay back down.

"Ji Lin, get up and take your medicine."

Ling Zhao originally wanted to pat his shoulder, but Ji Lin was naked and his shoulders were exposed, so he was embarrassed to pat him, and finally patted his head instead.

Ji Lin was woken up by the slap and looked at Ling Zhao in a daze.

His hoarse voice was low and slow, and he was still thinking of joking, "You almost gave me a concussion."

He sat up from the bed with difficulty. The quilt slid down a little. Ling Zhao pinched the corner of the quilt and tried to cover him, but suddenly his cheeks felt hot.

Ji Lin...he is not wearing anything!